Page 7 of Unmasked Anarchy
I shake my head and tell him the things Ididsee.
“Sir,” the nurse tries again.
Gage turns and looks at her.“That’s my wife.You want me to leave, best you call security because I’m not goin' anywhere.”
Her eyes widen and she nods just as a doctor steps in the room.His eyes fall on Gage, and he straightens his back, walking over to me.Most people don’t like club members, especially doctors and police officers.It’s safe to say they generally don’t get along, unless of course they are on the MC’s payroll.
“Hi Sable, it’s good to see you awake.How are you feeling?”
“Like I had my insides cut out,” I mutter.
He nods, his eyes moving to Gage once more.“The police are going to want to ask some questions when you’re up for it.”
“Nobody asks her nothin’ unless I am here.”
I swallow and look at the doctor.“What he said.”
The doctor’s jaw muscles jump.“I’ll make note.You were in a bad way; we have you on heavy doses of antibiotics because your insides were exposed for a lot longer than you should even be able to survive.It is quite impressive you are still here ...”
“I’m not ready to go yet,” I murmur.“It’ll take more than that to take me out.”
I say it lightly, but inside, the fear is gripping my heart like a vice.
They finish up checking me out and then give me some pain medication through my IV before leaving.It works quickly, and my body melts into the bed as I watch Gage walk over to me, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.I wish it was a kiss like something out of a movie, a perfect moment, the kind that was supposed to prove you still belonged to someone.But it isn’t.Instead, it’s the kiss of a man who owns me, and nothing more.
Yet I still want him so desperately.When his mouth is on mine, when his cock is inside me, I want to clutch him and bring him closer, never letting him go, basking in his scent and the feeling of him.But he never lets me get there, never lets me close enough, instead he just leaves me dangling, desperate, wanting more even though I know I’ll never get it.
I wish he had some love left.Hell, I’m not sure there was ever any to begin with.I can still hope, though, that maybe deep under the surface of every fight and fuck and morning after, there’s still some version of the teenager who wanted to save a broken girl.But Gage has long since burned away any parts of himself that didn’t serve a purpose.What’s left is nothing but a man I so desperately crave, and yet I know deep down will never love me the way I need.
He pulls back, staring at me with those black eyes, just a hint of brown glistening through.“Puttin’ Reggie on the door, you won’t be here alone,” he says, low.“Not until we know who came for you.”His hand finds my jaw again, fingers cold and rough against my cheek.It should hurt, but I lean into it anyway, desperate for something that feels like home.
The painkillers roll through me in slow waves.I can feel my body trying to drift into oblivion.The hum of the hospital machines.If Reggie is here, that means Kael can’t come back.
Kael.
I can’t stop thinking about how he looked at me, how he didn’t look away, not once.How his hands were gentle and his voice calm.Stupid, but I want to see him again.I want to ask if he ever thought about leaving, and if he did, whether it felt better or worse than staying put.I want more of that feeling of safety that lasted only the span of a heartbeat but still lingers, haunting me.
But Gage doesn’t let me go, and I fear he never will.Not even when my muscles start to give way and my head gets heavy.He won’t leave until he knows I’m deep into the abyss, lost in my own wild dreams.His fingers stay on my face, and as I drift deeper, I feel them roam over my skin.It’s the only version of love he knows how to give, so for now, I let him have it.
For now.
But for how much longer?
~*~*~*~*~
AROUGH FINGER TRAILSover my face, and I open my eyes, taking a moment to adjust my vision.The room is dim, shadows dancing across the walls, and I see a man staring down at me.His eyes are intense, scanning every inch of my face as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface.My heart skips a beat, a flutter of anxiety mixed with curiosity.I part my lips, licking them slowly, trying to ease the dryness that has settled in overnight.I can feel the warmth of his presence, the subtle scent of leather and smoke clinging to him, a reminder of the world he comes from.His gaze is unwavering, holding mine with a quiet intensity that makes it hard to look away.
Kael.
He came back.
“I didn’t think I would see you again,” I croak, rubbing my eyes to clear them.
“I didn’t think you were an old lady.”
I exhale, slowly.“I didn’t say anything, but honestly, I wasn’t really thinking about it ...”
“Fair,” he murmurs, pulling a chair over and sitting beside my bed, leaning forward, his elbows pressing into the mattress.“You know me bein’ here goes against everything I have ever been taught.”
